The stretch of asphalt went on for as far as she could see. Along with the trail of bright orange cones freshly put in place along the path. With a sigh, her right heel left the ground, and both her legs were pounding on the black devil that stood in her way, albeit with the occasional visible waves of energy transfer through the adipose storage centers.
“You have no self-discipline, and your hideous looks will always be a part of you.” She tripped over her first cone, but no blood, yet.
“Stop lying to yourself, because your opinions don’t matter.” Stumbling over yet another cone, this fall finally drew blood. Her wound was throbbing. But she pushed on.
“I hate you, because you’re an inch slimmer in the waist than I am.” The taunting voice triumphed yet again, this time bringing her to her knees for an entire minute. With the warm, crimson liquid trickling down her leg, she stood up, and marched on - but she was headed back to the starting point.
And so, the devil had claimed yet another victim, just like that.
